I felt as though my hands were resting on the very darkest pages of Cat Country’s history, a history that I was afraid to go on reading.Not going to the foreign enclave had been a mistake, for now I was once again a homeless ghost. Where would I go? The cat-men who had helped with the house were ...
Male and female, young and old, all went into town. It was as though the things in the shops were being handed out free, in big bunches and little parcels, carted away on backs and clutched under arms, for you couldn’t see anybody in town walking along empty-handed, except for the policemen. Buse...